Standford Prison Experiment, Addendum

My horrifying ramblings about very furry ponies or something.  An addendum to a story with potential.

>The now-deep-brown fluffy tends to walk very carefully, as the sandpaper digs into flesh and causes small, bleeding cuts if it doesn't take care

>pink fluffy, either out of sadism or inherent playfulness, likes to push it around on the sandpaper from time to time, causing it to scrape and bleed rather profusely

>as a result its legs are now a mess of scabs

>outside the cage, pink bumps it around like a ball, it can do nothing in retaliation besides cry softly as it slides around the cold concrete

>you tire of this, and decide to "spice it up" by adding a third contender. They're two bucks a pop at the fluffy pet shop and it's not really out of the way on your way home from work

>that evening, you return to the basement with a small cardboard box in hand. As flimsy and tiny as it is, it might as well be a happy meal box, but considering you got it for two bucks, you can't complain

>You take pink out, she seems curious as to the contents of the box

>as you tip the box, a yellow pegasus tumbles out, its wings fluttering playfully. "New fwien? Wan' huggies?" they immediately hit it off, playing some stupid "hugging game" or something. You herd them back into the cage, then back off, ready for the fun

>"Who dish? New fwiend?" asks yellow, taking a few steps toward brown

>pink jumps in her way, shrieking "NOOOO! No fwien'!" Yellow looks confused. Not a friend? Impossible! "No fwien'! Ead poopie! No smeww pwetty!" Yellow frowns, obviously confused. You doubt it grasps the situation, after all, it *should* be driven to give "huggies" to any new fluffy it meets

>what happens next surprises you the most. Yellow ignores, pink, intent on giving a proper greeting to the sad little fluffy. It reacts with fear, crying and blubbering "No pway! No pway fwuvvy! Go 'way!"

>it has associated huggies and play, the very point of life for these insipid creatures, with unhappiness. It rejects its fellow fluffies. You think this to be sad, for a moment, but it passes as you realize you don't really care

>Yellow doubles back, saying "Sdinky!" and hugging Pink once more
>Now's your time to seal the deal

>"See? fwuffy spe-shoo'! No-fwien' bad!" beams Pink. Yellow still seems uncertain.

>You open the cage, presenting the two usual dishes. Yellow is disgusted as brown digs ferociously into the shit, wetting its horiffically-sullied fur with its tears

>it is distracted by the extra-large helping of spaghetti

>"SHEE!? Shah-getch!" Pink says, spraying food on yellow. Yellow seems convinced this time around. Nobody but nobody can compete with the holy Spaghetti.

>Another week passes. The abuse worsens, they now use it to play some twisted form of "ball". It rarely gathers the strength to move past its food bowl, the others have to kick it out in order to play with it. Frankly, you're surprised it's managed to survive the onslaught

>Back to the grind, it seems. While they're playing under your bench, you reassemble the old seperator. You're sure the elevation won't be necessary this time.

>As Yellow saunters back into the good side of the cage, you grab the pink and brown fluffies and set them aside.

>Brown, you scrape some of the caked filth off of its fur. Perhaps the stress is causing it to bald, maybe it's just too damn weak. Either way, the hair seems to come off in clumps with the stuff. You bandage up its feet. Maybe you can get some more mileage out of it before it buys the farm.

>On to business. New fluffies are willing accept the norms you have established, despite their all-inclusive tendencies. But will they tolerate a switching of roles?

>Pink, you set aside. You have decided, you tell it, that it has been a very naughty fluffy. It will live on the sandpaper side. "N-no sketties? Buh fwuffy speshoo!" Ignoring it, you pick up the fluffies with your gloved hands and toss them back in the left side.

>The brown one, having regained some of its deep red lustre, is depressed and listless, as usual. However, you note, the bandadges and the subtracted weight from your "cleaning" allows it to move about a little more freely.

>Pink, on the other hand, is hysterical. "Sagetties! No poo-bee! Fwuvvy na' toiwet!" You prod it with the broom, and after an initial shriek, its screaming reduces to nervous blubbering. Nothing has happened thus far, and you're sure it'll forget about its predicament soon enough. You ask what's wrong, and, unsurprisingly, it says, "Hunwy! Sketty?"

>Again, you present the usual dishes. Initially you were worried that there would not be enough for two on the left side, but with the extra "output" of yellow, you've been able to scrape together quite a bit

>brown powers through its meal, yellow is engrossed in its plate of spaghetti

>pink is crying, repeating "spaghetti" with varying levels of resemblance to the actual word. It jams its muzzle through a gap in the chicken wire, sticking its tongue out in a desperate attempt to reach the spaghetti, a full six inches away. "Ellleleleh! Eeeeeehh!" it cries.

>You jam the broom in, and it connects with Pink's front left leg. It cries out in pain, doubling over. "Leggie! Leggie bwoke? No wook?" It doesn't really look broken or dislocated, but she lifts it up just the same, hobbling to a corner. Pink never touches the meal.

>It's play time, and you let them out of the cage. Pink is the last to leave, still limping.

>Yellow obviously needs to use the toilet. It has recently expressed discomfort with the brown one, proclaiming it to be "too sdinky". You remind her that Pink is a bad fluffy, just like the brown one.

>Relieved, Yellow headbutts Pink, her wings flapping to propel itself further. Pink protests, but, weak from a lack of food, and still in pain from the broom, it cannot retaliate.

>"Pee-peeeee! Hee hee!" yelps Yellow. Pink sobs, "fwuffy nah toiwet! No bee-bee!" It finishes, and climbs down from the now-soiled Pink. Wow, betrayal comes pretty quick to these things. You attribute it to their short attention spans.

>Suddenly, a childish grin overcomes Yellow, like a kid opening a birthday present. "Hide!" commands yellow, and the others scatter accordingly.

>Of course, too dumb to hide anywhere but in plain sight, the two fluffies cover their eyes, as if this would make them invisible. Pink seems to have "forgotten" its "injury", as its frantically runs from one spot to the next.

>When yellow "finds" them, it gives them a good punt and giggles like a child. This is their chance to "hide" anew. This is the new "game". Yellow seems oblivious to their suffering. Either that or it likes it.

>Yet another week passes. Pink and again-Red are now equally soiled, and Pink's leggies have been thoroughly tenderized. You've removed the wiring once more, and Yellow is free to "bump" the other two as it pleases.

>Yellow has risen to the task surprisingly well, either that or the other two are completely defeated.

~FIN~